And so I'm back with Chapter two! I'm going to take a moment this chapter to reply to my reviewers.
TomGS- I'm glad that you liked it! The main reason that I haven't made this a crossover is because I want the surprise of Peter being the child to be just that. A surprise.
Scar211- I respect your opinion and must say that I disagree with it. If you want me to know what story is your's then you should review under your pen-name. (By the way, I will not give up writing and I don't know if you could laugh in my face due to the fact that we don't know each other.)
With out much further pause, here is chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I never will. Just borrowing them for mine and your entertainment!
Finally Bruce takes the initiative to break the silence.
"So," he begins, "what's your name young man?"
Sitting up straight, the boy looks at Bruce in the eyes and notices that they're brown.
"My name is Peter Parker sir. It's nice to meet you."
Chapter two.
Looking at Bruce; Peter notices small things that seem to be out of place for a rich man, not that he's ever met any rich people in his short life. He sees little scars on the edges of his knuckles with some still pink, as if they've just healed. He can also see under Bruce's shirt; with well formed muscle, just like some of the wrestler's had on TV when he watched the WWF. Then he looks at Bruce's eyes, and sees them rested on his, observing him just as Peter was doing to Bruce.
Bruce can see Peter piecing together information in his mind bit by bit. His eyes wandering to Bruce's knuckles, scarred from his days training in the martial arts. Then they wander to his arms. Bruce can only imagine what's running through Peter's mind at the moment. And then Peter suddenly looks in his eyes.
"Well Peter," Bruce begins with a small smile on his face, "my name is Bruce Wayne and I was wondering if you would like to join my family. I know that I'm not your Uncle Ben or your Aunt May; but I would like to be your older brother. I've never had a chance to have a little brother before and would like you to be mine. Now I'm sure you're wondering 'why me?' Am I right?"
"Yes sir," Peter says, "I was wondering why me? I'm not that special or anything. I couldn't even save my family. I just hid there in the closet while they were shot!"
"Well Peter, it's because I know how you feel. It's not your fault that this happened and I think that we can help each other. Now I'm not sure if you know this, but I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. My parents were killed my Mr. Chill when I was seven."
At this, Peter stopped to think. Bruce's parents were killed by the same man that killed his family. What happened to Bruce after they died? Was he lucky enough to have someone take care of him; or was he alone? He voices these thoughts to Bruce.
"Well Peter, when they died I did have someone look out for me." Bruce began after taking a deep breath. "My butler, Alfred, raised me as his own son. He taught me the value of life along with taking care of me when I was sick. When I had my first crush, he was the one I went to, to ask for advice. He was there for me when I had a nightmare; and he was there to listen to my beliefs on what I thought the world was. As much as I love my parents, I also love Alfred and I know in my heart that he's my father just as much as Thomas Wayne was."
Peter looks into Bruce's eyes and can see something in them for a brief moment. He's not sure what type of emotion, but he doesn't doubt his words. Sitting up straight in his chair Peter puts his book, 'Elementary Science,' on the table.
Upon looking at it, Bruce decides to make a comment, "So you like science?"
Such an innocent question and yet it had a profound impact on Peter. For the first time sense he met him, Peter begins to think that Bruce really cares about him.
"Yes sir," Peter says nervously, "my Uncle Ben told me that my dad was a scientist. After that I told him that I wanted to be one just like my dad and so he went out and bought this book for me."
"Well if you put enough of yourself into what you want to do, then it will happen. At least; that's what my dad told me. If you become a scientist then you'll have a great power Peter, and my dad also used to say 'With great power, comes great responsibility."
At these words, Peter's eyes widen. "That's what my uncle used to always tell me!"
As soon as Peter says this, Bruce get's a sly smile on his face.
"Well you know what they say Peter, great minds think alike."
Ms. Weller could tell from Peter's expression that he would go with Mr. Wayne. If not at first, then very soon. She could also see from Mr. Wayne's face, that he wanted Peter to say yes; just for the simple fact that he knew what it was like and wanted to offer a home. It was these moments that she remembered why she loved her job, a child being adopted by someone who wanted them.
At that moment there was a knock on the door; the silhouette on the window suggested that it was a man. Getting up from her seat Ms. Weller walked over to the door, opened it, and let in an older man.
From Peter's point of view the man looked to be ancient; much older than his Uncle who was in his forties. He carried himself with a dignified posture; his face expressionless, never changing. His eyes took in the room; as if seeing where everything was in relation to him.
As Bruce looks behind him; Ms. Weller gets up from her seat and walks over to the door.
"I'll be right outside of the door if you need me Peter." She says as she's walking out.
After the door closes the old man sits down next to Bruce. Turning his head to face Peter he starts talking.
"Hello Mr. Parker," he begins, "my name is Alfred Pennyworth. I'm sorry for your loss and I truly wish that we could have met in better terms."
Looking at Alfred; Peter studies him. He looks like a grandpa from what Peter could tell when his friends talked about theirs and had a kind, but stern, face. He notices the top of a scar on his neck running down past his neck line, as if he had been cut by a knife. His suit is finely pressed and looks to be new and his glasses, which are sitting on the edge of his nose, are immaculately polished. He's interrupted from his thoughts as Alfred starts to talk again.
"Peter, if I may call you Peter," he pauses here; and continues after Peter's nod, "I know that this ordeal is a lot for you to take at such a young age, but if you're anything like Bruce, I know that you'll pull through. All I want you to remember is that your Aunt and Uncle is watching over you in heaven right now."
"I know sir. Thank you for reminding me." At this, Peter gave a small smile. "If it's alright with you, I think that I would like to live with you. But I would like to keep my last name."
At this, Bruce gives a small laugh.
"Of course Peter," Bruce started, "if you want to keep your last name, then that's just fine with us. Right Alfred?"
"Of course Master Bruce."
After getting up and walking around the table, Bruce put's his hand on Peter's head and ruffles his hair causing Peter to laugh.
"Welcome to the family Peter Wayne-Parker."
And here is the end of chapter two! I hope you like it and will keep reading! I don't have any plans to post soon, but when I do then you'll know! Also, I know that things aren't in cannon, but that's the way that it is. This is my own personal take on the superheroes. Kindly remember that as you read/reread. If you have any questions, then feel free to PM me or leave them in a review. Well, I'm off to sleep as it's quite late here. Have a nice day and have fun reading! Oni Rinku, signing off.